Have you ever been camping? I’ve been camping, overnight, twice in my life. HATED IT. I was not fully prepared for the experience. As with most things in life, the people you are with can make or break any trip. so, given the right circumstances, I might try again.
Tag Archives: emotions
Workplace banter; 2
8-1-2024 The scone was a delightful treat from Starbies It was so delicious it caused her stress to go far-bees But it came a down pour And the scone was no more Poor Unknown did moan No scone and rain – forlorn
Sing
A veil has been lifted. Images still being sifted. ~ Objects I can’t identify. Blinded by the sun, intensify. ~ Can’t see. Sing. That’s all I can do to bring – ~ order to the madness. Drown out the sadness. ~ Words are my song. Everyday they grow strong. ~ After years and tears. DidContinue reading “Sing”
Lie to me
Lie to me, tell me everything will be alright. Lie to me, tell me not to cry. Lie to me, tell me my heart isn’t going to break. Lie to me, tell me this won’t be that hard. Lie to me, tell me this too shall pass. Lie to me, tell me I’ve cried allContinue reading “Lie to me”
Why? Are you yelling at me?
Random picture of the internet.
Stepping out of my comfort zone
This whole writing process has ripped me out of my comfort zone. It’s one thing to sit in the comfort of your own home, and write scores of pages untold. Is it bold? Is it dreaming? Hoping, wishing, scheming? It is one thing to pour out your heart in solitude. Where it’s just your attitude. Continue reading “Stepping out of my comfort zone”
Disappointment
O’ thy light of happiness, Do not leave me in a constant state of darkness. Linger on me a moment longer. This! O’ this will not make me stronger. Stay! O’ thy pleasant light. You do not have to be bright. Just light, so all things are not consumed. Stay with me; light of life,Continue reading “Disappointment”
Little Girl; a guest post
By Heather Congrove Note from me; Sadly, I think we all feel like the little girl in the poem sometimes. Not having a male point of view, I’m sure it happens to them as well. We are pushed out of innocence. Sometimes I don’t want to put away childish things. I don’t want the stressesContinue reading “Little Girl; a guest post”
Shared world
I’m different. You’re different. We both need air to breathe. I’m different. You’re different. We both need water to drink. I’m different. You’re different. We both need food to eat. I’m different. You’re different. We both need shelter from the storm. I’m different. You’re different. We both need to protect our bodies with coverings. I’mContinue reading “Shared world”
